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Akram, and in envy it did divide us, we two brothers—Adaya and I learned too that there exist two hierarchies of dream.
    In the lesser, known by all mortals who sleep, linger the mere fantasies which are isolate and forgotten upon waking.  Such fancies are illusions born merely of desire and desire’s fading, and come to nothing.  But the greater dreams are of a world of kingdoms which, like the horror of R’lyeh, is shared in rapture and locked away as a secret by the blessed few.  Some do name this consensual paradise the Dreamlands.
    The Dreamlands are of wonder, and beauty, but there is horror there as well.  And it is known to me now that if one should meet with horror and believe that they have died within the Dreamlands, that the body within the Real will die as well.
    Thus are the two worlds, ours and the Real of Otherness, entwined.
    In dreaming together, Adaya and I came to understand that we could walk as one sharer within the Lands of Dream.  And, upon our waking, we would remember all the glories we had beheld.  There, we dreamed as one.
    But the Lands of Dream carry a graver price, for they are born not only of the dreamers’ shared and mingled wonderment, but also of our primal fears.  There are terrors in the Lands of Dream to which only Cthulhu would loom as a greater abomination.  These nightmares reside within us in an ancestral sharing of elder memory, a core of ourselves where those who gave birth to our sires’ sires left their terrors in an eternal imprint upon our souls.  These loathsome dreads are made manifest against our will, the reflection of our mortal dread:  the ultimate fear of Death.
    And in learning all of this, of the beauty and the nightmare which swirl as one in the Lands of Dream, I now do name this Otherness the Empire of the Blackened Mind.
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    There was a time when I did believe that I could dream my dear Adaya back to life.  I learned in my years of wandering the wasteland that even in dreams, the dead are lost to us.  But still, there are domains of majesty in dream, there in the unearthly kingdoms to behold.
    For dreams are memories of moments which never happened.  This is not to say that dreams are false, no.  The Lands of Dream shift in tidal oneness with the rhythms of the earth, yet these eternal lands are never bound by the laws of Time.  In architecture and structure, in the ways of their peoples and the temples which they have raised, the Empire is centuries behind our own.  It is a reflection of our memory which never was, our age of Matriarchs, our golden age.  There, some shards of the ancient Myth of the Gilded Waters do live and breathe in truth.
    For there are indeed glorious peoples within the Empire of the Blackened Mind who dwelleth there alone, who when they themselves dream, dream of our own reality as their fantasy.  Too, there are dreamers who are native to the Real, who in crossing in their sleep into the Empire’s domain know and find themselves to be journeyers in a land which never was, and yet which is enthroned upon the True, an aspect of reality, as a facet is but one fragile mote of a shining jewel.  Well it must be remembered that a death in the believed Dreamlands is a death of the dreamer’s flesh.  The body cannot linger when the mind it cages hath died in horror.  As the mind dieth elsewhere, the body crumbles here.  All of these miracles of beauty and of dread are unified, enmeshed in the riddling kingdoms of the Empire of the Blackened Mind.
    Yet what of such glories, when the end is yet to come regardless of our will?  All of these truths remain as the futile wisdom of a stranger I have now become, a mad hermit of the alleys of Damascus, aged and alone.
    I return to my storied yesterday.
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    To my youthful hope, to be with my Adaya once again, it seemed that in dream it might well be possible for we two to live forever.  Yet how then would I dream of my Adaya, when she herself had perished?
    As wheels of sand, ever